Aren’t You Too Sweet Salt-God Sato-San?

It was a strange sight.

In the Green River where everything is remembered, there is Mr. Sato.

It's just that, but in the sepia-toned landscape, it felt like I was just colored around her, even in some kind of dream, and I often solidified on the spot.

And with the solidified body, thoughts rapidly circle out.

- It's a piece.

Koharu Sato, but it's a piece.

That was such a shocking fact that it beat me completely, which was almost defenseless.

The nostalgic feelings that occupied most of my head until earlier were instantly overwritten by my white arms so that I could peek out of the piece.

"If you do..."

Unconsciously, my voice leaked.

Apparently, they took about 100 IQs to a piece.

I'm well aware of my disgust, so please let me put my self-loathing behind me.

- 'Cause it's something you knew, about the fact that a piece fits Koru Sato!

If Lotus asks me, she's going to laugh at me again saying "I smell like a virgin" or something, but a piece is great.

Exquisite lines that push the feminine and soft impression forward, but not overly attentive!

What Sato is wearing right now is an open collar piece of fabric that is as relaxed as summer.

The pale blue stripes go hand in hand to give a cool look.

This again, sucks.

Transparency, clarity, and Sato's femininity to peek into her face from time to time - too much calculated!

... I understood intuitively that that coordination was the work of Mr. Eighty-Nine Ashesi.

Half the gratitude, and half the grudge of "you did it," because...

"Huh..."

I can't talk to you!

I was convinced that if I faced Sato directly from the front, who now moves and talks, it would surely be tragic.

Koharu Sato's one-piece appearance was so devastating by then.

A strong body is a back-bellied, stormy panic inside.

Somebody help me!!

- Has such a pitiful cry of heart reached heaven?

The stiffness that seemed to last forever (although I was the only one who was stiff) was broken by surprise.

Sato-san's ceramic side is distorted...

"Whew..."

- It's a big stretch.

It's like a cat, an eyeless stretch.

And when I saw her rubbing her eyes at my fingertips, I knew that the worrying look I had just had earlier was just sleepy, and I...

"... Phew"

It erupts unexpectedly.

Then Mr. Sato slowly turned around, noticed this way, opened his sleepy eyes even this, and leaned back heavily.

"Whoa, pushtail!?

My cheeks unwittingly loosen to reactions like that example.

No more tension until earlier.

"Oh, Mr. Sato, that's a lot faster."

"Eh, ahh, that... come on, just got here!!

This was another do-classical dialogue popping up, but it was a bite.

And you've embarrassed yourself, and how she looks at you blushing and holding the hem of a piece, and the grit just now is ridiculous.

Yes, even Mr. Sato, he's with me.

"What time was the train ready?

"Sa, on the train earlier..."

"That's why I'm here."

Sato moved his pointy mouth in the first place in shame.

"... it's a lie, I'm here at the beginning..."

As soon as possible, it becomes so red that even steam is likely to erupt.

The truth is, I knew it from the beginning.

'Cause if it's before the 7: 30 train I've been on, it's only 6: 00 left.

"Um... what can I do... me too, um... I'm up..."

"... haven't you slept?

Mr. Sato is so small that you wouldn't know if you hadn't been paying attention and snorts.

"By the way, what were you doing?

"... um, I was watching..."

"Well, that's all I got."

I wasn't too shy about the slightly mysterious salute being pinched from earlier.

Instead, I lined up next to Mr. Sato, looking out at the emerald sea...

"Wow..."

Mr. Sato is no worse than a loser, and he spits out a huge stretch.

With my stunning elbow, Mr. Sato accidentally raised his face until then.

And I smiled at her, scrubbing her sleepy eyes, just like Sato did earlier.

"... Actually, what am I, too, sea, too much fun to sleep at all, thanks to lack of sleep"

"What..."

"I'm going to fall asleep if I keep this up, and I wonder if you could chat and hang out with me until everyone gets here?

Perhaps there is also some strange force in the absences.

Until then, Sato, bored with shame, brightened his face with an incidence of

"Ugh, ugh! Chat, do!

Innocent as a child, I answer that.

... I knew Sato was cute.

I still couldn't tell you how embarrassed I was to win all this, that's when.

"Ah."

I acknowledge what's behind Mr. Sato and raise my voice.

And sooner than Mr. Sato looked back, Sole jumped a lot with a light figure, and he interrupted between me and Mr. Sato.

He was a round fat, white cat.

"Wow, cat!

"Oh, speaking of which, if I did Green River, there would have been a lot of wildcats..."

While blushing, I remember playing with wildcats many times when I lived in the Green River.

Since the Green River flourishes as a sea-water bath and, of course, fishing, is that relevant?

Anyway, Mr. Sato glistens his eyes with a glimpse of this...

"Oh, cute......!

... Really?

I leaned my neck just a little.

I don't hate animals either, I rather think they are the ones who like them, but I don't know what this cat is... he really looks like a jerk.

I feel like, "I've survived in this country, do you like humans?"

It's so wild, it's so far away from cats who are generally regarded as “cute” in flattery.

But Sato's “sparkling eyes" seem to show a lot of adoration...

"... I want to stroke"

"What?"

"Can I stroke you!?

Says Sato with all the momentum he's still biting.

Oh, even if I tell you...

"Beh, I don't think that's a good idea..."

"Yay! So...!

Say no or no, Mr. Sato crouches on the spot and reaches for the white cat.

However,

"That."

Avoid.

"Hey, hey..."

Avoid.

"Just once......!?

I won't even let you touch one of my hairs.

Mr. Sato's pursuit is such that the white cat is in a mild motion and makes a mockery of this.

And I glanced at this one with no interest whatsoever, and wow... one bigger stretch.

Heh heh heh heh...

"... Huh!... Huh!

Sato, who looks back at this one, swells his cheeks wanting to fugue and starts protesting without a voice.

I smile bitterly and take out my own smartphone...

"... how about at least let me take a picture?

"!! Pushtail, you genius!!

Like mocking us for such a stupid exchange, the White Cat spit out another big stretch.